"Chase!"
The lagging team, upon spotting Mo Shangjun tossed aside from the diagonal, immediately roared out in anger.
That roar was full of great passion and fiery enthusiasm, particularly inspiring.
Clearly, the fighting spirit of those trainees had also been ignited; they were almost gritting their teeth as they hastened their pace, determined to catch up to Mo Shangjun at any cost.
However—
The result was obvious.
Mo Shangjun, with her freakish physical endurance, shook them off in less than a few minutes, leaving the physically drained behind her.
Before long, they couldn't even see Mo Shangjun's figure anymore.
"Damn it, she's been going at it for so long, how does she still have so much energy?!"
"Dog's bloody luck!"
"The best! She'd better keep climbing the ranks! If one day she ends up in my hands..."
"Dream on, just keep up!"
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